Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Chapter 124: Swordsmanship
The overall atmosphere inside and outside the sword pavilion became much more solemn.

Lin Ruo's words seemed very humble, but in reality, they were filled with a sense of arrogance.

He dared to give advice in front of the Sword Saint, which seemed like he didn't take this battle seriously.

A very simple fact lies before us: no one has ever entered the Sword House without permission since its establishment. And the Sword Saint has never been so clearly exposed to the public in all the years he has been in the Sword House.

Everything shows that Lord Sword Saint takes this battle very seriously, or rather, Lord Sword Saint is really angry.

People are more inclined to the latter because someone is doing something to destroy Jianlu's foundation over the years.

This envoy from the Kingdom of Qing was extremely bold. It was unreasonable that he even wanted to compete with the best swordsman in the world.

Si Gu Jian had a cold expression on his face, and his brows gave off a feeling of "keep away from strangers".

As soon as a thought arose, the sword moved with his heart. Si Gu Jian Raojiu chose to be the first to attack. No matter whether it was the previous balanced situation or the current advantageous situation, he did not hesitate to attack first.

Si Gu Jian was a patient man, but when it came to drawing his sword, he only cared about quickness and efficiency.

The human figure was reflected in the moonlight, floating down from the roof of the thatched hut. The sword stabbed straight at him, and all the auras around him became chaotic, and the space changed completely.

Lin Ruo's eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes fixed on the sword, and there was still a dull pain somewhere in his chest.

This old man Si Gu Jian doesn't really have martial ethics.

Lin Ruo finally took it on forcefully, without any intention of dodging. He held the sword horizontally, and held his hand against his side, making a pick-and-roll gesture.

As the two swords clashed, the true energy condensed around them, forming an extremely powerful confrontation, and the sword intent was as deafening as thunder.

A sword moved sideways, and after colliding, they crossed each other at a very fast speed. Lin Ruo countered the move, but was suppressed.

He had to slow down his strength and move with the flow, allowing Si Gu Jian's sword to pierce him easily. If he forced his way out, he would inevitably be shocked by the sword's intent, causing his injuries to worsen.

Gritting his teeth and feeling the sweet taste in his throat, Lin Ruo shook his sword and stopped abruptly, instead of keeping a distance from Si Gu Jian as usual.

Lin Ruo tapped the ground with his toes and turned half of his body so that he could face the person behind him.

Raising his wrist and straightening it, Lin Ruo thrust out a sword move that was identical to Si Gu Jian's. This was his backup move. The sword was as ordinary as it could be, but it suddenly became brighter in an instant, adding a bit of murderous aura.

Just like Si Gu Jian's move of not caring about the past but the future, there is no need to build up momentum before drawing the sword. What is needed is absolute concentration. Lin Ruo can do this better than anyone else at this moment because he has been preparing for a long time, since the moment Si Gu Jian drew his sword.

Si Gu Jian, who was also concentrating, turned around, but he no longer had time to make a concentrated second sword move.

He bent his wrist and retracted his arm, then Si Gu Jian lowered the sword and stabbed it from between his waist and abdomen.

He didn't turn around, but the sword had already stabbed back. This was the method he could think of that would least affect his concentration.

The air was so deformed that it was about to be torn apart, and effective circulation was impossible.

Lin Ruo concentrated all his thoughts and thrust out a sword. Perhaps this was not his strongest sword, but it was definitely the one he had planned for a long time and was most focused on.

But for Si Gu Jian, that sword was neither his strongest sword nor his most focused sword.

So when the sword tips met and collided violently, Lin Ruo quickly took the upper hand. Even though his injuries had been aggravated in his attempt to dodge the first sword, it didn't seem to have much of an impact.

Because Lin Ruo's attribute values ​​in all aspects are always the highest, he can withstand Si Gu Jian's first move in the sword hut when an accident happens, and he can also withstand Si Gu Jian's first sword in the courtyard, and then stab out his own sword with great ease.

Physical strength, flexibility, continuous endurance, damage-bearing ability, etc. are all maxed out.

As early as many years ago, when he raised Wang Qinian's admiration to the Grandmaster, his attributes in all aspects were already like this. Compared with the four great masters, he had not learned any mental methods, moves, or unique skills, and relied on the endless flow of true energy in his body, so he was a little behind in the actual confrontation in terms of realm, but the all-round attribute value bonus helped him make up for it, making him comparable to the Grandmasters.

But when Lin Ruo figures out a trick, everything will change, and his strength will undoubtedly be stronger than that of a grandmaster.

Now he has done it.

When the sword power surged, some people lost some of their energy.

Si Gu Jian's face suddenly froze. Outsiders might not be able to see it, but he saw it clearly. Because with just one move, the young man on the opposite side easily understood his Si Gu Jian method and displayed it.

Looking forward without looking back, looking left without looking right, thrusting out with a sword, moving forward without hesitation, a pure yet complex inner state...

"I just used one sword..." Si Gu Jian frowned.

Lin Ruo answered him: "But the sword style of this sword is very standard."

After a moment's pause, Si Gu Jian could no longer hold on and retreated. Suppressed by the strong sword intent, he retreated a long way. This was the first time in his life that he retreated so far.

A stuffy feeling welled up in his chest, and Si Gu Jian was inevitably injured.

He looked up with a serious expression and saw that the young man opposite him had already spit out blood. It was obvious that he was more seriously injured than him.

"The Tianmai are different. Even when they lost the initiative, they were still able to turn the tables. They also learned from me..."

"Forget it. My swordsmanship is not my style." Si Gu Jian sighed and said solemnly, "I just want to beat you so hard that you can't get up. At least let you lie down for a year or two, so that Jian Lu can save some face. When you return to Qing Kingdom, Emperor Qing will probably trust you more."

"But you injured me too. I was so unkind that I had been secretly accumulating strength and waiting for an opportunity to strike since you entered the house, but you still..." Si Gu Jian sighed heavily again, feeling helpless.

Lin Ruo propped himself up and smiled: "Why do I feel like you always want to kill me?"

"That's because you haven't fallen down and haven't been injured to the extent I want. Gradually, I can only use all my strength." Si Gu Jian complained.

The two spoke so quietly that no one else could hear.

"In the end, I lost both my wife and my army."

Si Gu Jian held his sword with his hands behind his back. He never spoke when killing people, but he said a lot today because he couldn't help himself.

"Your injuries will heal in a month at most." Si Gu Jian waved his hand, "As you wish."

Lin Ruo held the sword and bowed without saying much. He stood straight, walked past the short body and left the sword pavilion.

The Jianlu disciples and common people under the big green tree looked at it with an expression as if they had seen a ghost, and could not believe what they saw.

One disciple drew his sword, but when a figure slowly walked past, he swallowed and put away his sword in a sad manner. This person was the Three Swordsmen of Jianlu.

He no longer had the courage to draw his sword, even though Lin Ruo was crippled.

After this time, the next time they meet, he won’t even have the courage to draw his sword.

Jianlu Erjian took a deep breath, and he finally felt that breath, the breath of a top supreme power...

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(End of this chapter)